A Lament

Why do all Cup-A-Soups taste the same??
Why does this bruise, when I poke it, cause me pain??
I wanna know!! Have you ever seen the rain??
Oh Romeo, Romeo- What's in a name??

I find it sad. Subject, verb, object.

I've found lots of things sad recently- the drunk obese Maori woman at the bus stop with a dog collar round her neck and a giant safety pin through her ear, a friend of mine at Uni who hates Wellington purely because he hasn't seen the beauty of it yet, the fact that my dog is getting very old and I hardly get to see her anymore.

However, the sighs I sigh for these things are made with breath, and that is one thing I do not lament. I have breath in my body and blood in my veins. The Maori woman will sober up (hopefully...), Christie will get used to the city when I take him round to see things, and I will see Sally very soon when I go back up and I will cuddle and play with her.

Yay!! Back home soon, and I will be able to see many of you!! After planes taking off over our heads and rubbish trucks and car fumes, I can't WAIT to see green hills and hear the birds and smell the trees in the bush. I love it here but I think really there IS no place like home, so tap your heels twice Dorothy then you and Toto can be on your way. In my case, I will check in at the airport once then myself and Christian will be on our way.

It's very exciting.

LOOK OUT KAIPARA SLASH WARKWORTH, WE ARE COMING BACK!!

PS. Screw Cup-A-Soup, I'm making my own and it's FULL OF DELICIOUSNESS. Even my mum said so.


I miss this view...


Oh ye hazy hills!!


Look, it's trees and hills AND Sally!!! (she's in front of the flax bush)

Dilly-Dally, Shilly-Shally

My English tutor is hilarious.

He's a very... uh... confident man, but he's one of those people that have their opinions and press them on others not to be arrogant or show off, but in the intent of opening their eyes to more possiblities. I guess that's why I like him so much, because he's a lot like Mrs. Hutton. I detest the way he swans around (I'm sorry, that was unfair, he doesn't swan. He strides with an air of confidence. But I still detest it.) and I hate the way his eyes bore into you when you're saying something, just waiting for you to trail off under his intense gaze that says "I'm drinking in everything you say and I'm gunna attack it as soon as soon as you're finished so if I were you I'd stop talking and giving me more ammunition". I hate the way he is so sarcastic but in such a subtle way that only the perceptive people in the tute pick up on it, and the others just think they really ARE right. I hate how talented and skilled he is and how much he knows.

But because of all this, I find him irresistably compelling, he has a sort of invisible pull that overwhelms my best senses and makes me express my opinions and say stuff out loud without thinking of the consequences. Oh Buddha. Like Mrs Hutton, it's the kind of deal that if you say something, you will either be shot down and squashed or lifted up to high heaven. Kinda like the risk of jumping across a ravine full of carnivorous giant spiders to get to a magical land of chocolate- the outcome depends on the strength of the jump. In all seriousness, I get the jitters just waiting for the tute to begin because I just CANNOT stay quiet (me!!) and listen to other people rabbit on.

Wow, and I have COMPLETELY gone off why I introduced Hamish in the first place. It was because the other day... wait for it... he called Romeo an emo. And I have not gotten over it. It is just SO FUNNY when you think about it because he IS an emo. If anyone wants details as to why I will gladly share.

Ah Shakespeare, your foresight knows no bounds.

<----Boundless

<---- His life is like a dark abyss, stabby rip stab stab

Disclaimer: I mock Romeo here, and also in particlar Romeo from Baz Luhrmann's Romeo and Juliet, however I would just like to say I ADORE both of them (especially the movie...sigh), and without Romeo's emosity the play would not be a quarter of what it actually is. The passion that drives Romeo is the passion that drives the play. Otay??

Looks Like We're In For Nasty Weather

Okay. One word.

COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD. (read: freezing)

I'm not complaining about the weather, no no no, merely commenting on it, and that is what's happening at the moment.

Yesterday I had a visit from one of my Aunties, she's a well-to-do Aucklander with property on Waiheke Island and in Matakana. She's so funny though, she's very classy and upmarket but comes out with the funniest things. And she can also be counted on to bring a nice bottle of Rose to lunch, some hot ham and Gruyere cheese (which she left here- yuuuuum). It was awesome cos she is the first family member to have seen our house, not even mum has seen it all set up properly, however she will soon.

Because it is getting all Autumny the trees are looking like risque dancers, not many clothes on and the rest are flesh coloured (ie. the leaves are turning brown). Soon I will venture out into this land of joy and joyness, and climb the Hill of Prosperity (Mount Vic) and wrestle with the Winds of Seduction and Despair (the numbing Southerlies that come from the South Island who whisper enticingly in your ear "screw exercise, go home!! Go home to warmth!!"), they try to push me down but oh no, not this time sister. Nothing comes between me and Burning Excess Energy (except for maybe more energy in the form of a hot cup of something). And then..... I WILL do some Uni work. There's an update on that, by the way. I am becoming more and more gooder at actually knuckling down and doing it (mainly cos I look like a doofus in the tutes not knowing anything) however in the process I seem to have lost my sense of grammar, as I have started to say things like "gooder" and such like.

Well, I better go now while I'm on a high note. And now, to steal Christian's iPod, pull on some thermals, tie some laces and work those thighs. DAMN good intentions!!

<----This is me warming up, they say Wellington ages you but I don't believe them, look at my great figure.